[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Rabbitpaw

"Of corse I would care," She mewed quietly. She watched as the two other kits readied the ball, and then crouched herself, ready to catch it. "If you're sure..." she wanted to mew- though she hated Autumnkit, she didn't exactly look healthy.

Originally Posted by Maplefall

Autumnkit stared at the kit, one moment she hates me the next she's worried about me. That's just weird. The Ivory cat looked up, "I'm fine, now let's play, I'm getting bored!" The she-cat jumped into the air and batted it forward, though not as powerful as normal, it barely reached Twigkit, it just flopped in the ground. She flushed red. "I'm not bad at it! I just wasn't consintraiting. Could you throw it this time." The she-cat snapped, embarrassed about her weak attempt.

Mudkit sat down, swaying a little. It looked as if he was dizzy, when the truth was that he was just bad at staying upright. So, instead of joining their game, as Autumnkit had sort of taken over, he just sat back and watched. He usually didn't join in games with other kits anyways, so it was nothing unusual, him not playing. He enjoyed watching just as much, plus it never risked him embarrassing himself, and that was what he was afraid of; embarrassing himself. It never ended well for him, often he got teased for being smaller, weaker, and far less balanced and coordinated than other kits, and that always got to him, bothering him, although Mudkit did fairly well hiding it. The tiny tom kit shifted, still uncomfortable from when they'd been talking about their fathers, whereas he couldn't join in, seeing as he had not the slightest clue who any of his parents were. Squirrelstreak had adopted him.